"Main power cabin restart, five minutes countdown."
"Engine No.1 start, Engine No.2 prepare......."
"Fault alarm in Torpedo Room No.4, Logistics Repair Department head over immediately for troubleshooting..."
Reports and orders from the staff echoed in the Command Room.
Looking at the Suss Transport Fleet appearing on the radar as expected on the command table, Sammon took a deep breath. He was waiting.
"God....... Suss Fleet!" The radar operator's terrified voice almost flashed simultaneously with the dense dots on the radar screen on the console: "A-level Fleet, port side, sixty thousand kilometers away from us!
Sammon looked at the main screen on the central console. Sixty thousand kilometers away, countless Suss battleships ended their warp, emerging from the void. Their fierce prows pointed straight at the B15 Fleet. His heart sank to the bottom. The bandit army's intelligence was true. This was indeed a trap.
